Young Writers Society

He begins his new life, resting in a hot bath. All his wounds are patched up and thoughts nearly clear. It is all to painful for him though, the last time he laid in a tub was at Billingsgate Party and the night of his Marie and Stevie's death.

The party on Billingsgate wasn't exactly a real party, it was the Council's way in telling everyone the first ship of immigrants were coming to Connecticut. That they would be the first to be accepted. It was an exciting time for everyone, at least to the ones that showed up to the party to support them.

1901 was a year repeatedly used and unforgettable. He remembered it so clearly because it happened a few days ago.

The day began surprisingly warm; in Connecticut that rarely happened. Marie and Stevie lounged downstairs in Wyatt and Louise's home, while Louise scurried into her evening gown. Marie loved sitting in Wyatt's favorite chair, the golden one with a heart centering it and gray cushions. It was another thing they had in common besides being conceited.

Stevie didn't look bad himself, thick brown locks over lapping his earlobes, small forehead and wondering eyes. His eyes were big and bold, almost like two perfectly round chestnuts in summer. Broad shoulders, compared to Wyatt, he looked like a scrawny white boy beside him. He wore a black vest over his white blouse and black silky pants. His arms covered in hair and a couple strands of hair from his chest stuck out through his blouse.

Louise's arm hung tightly around Wyatt's elbow as they rushed down the steps. He didn't realize till now of how beautiful she looked that night. Her red bouncy curls rested on her back. Glowing pearls stuck out along with her white dress and and red fox tail over her pale shoulders. Marie on the other hand had a dashing body, barely cloth covering her. She wore a dress that matched her skin tone with red dots swirling around her body. A beaded necklace with a dirty white tooth nestled in between her breast.

Her hair was up, a few strands out of place but Wyatt liked it that way, it made her look different. Wyatt motioned everyone towards the door and they all hurdled out with only soles of shoes clicking while they leave in silence. Wyatt releases Louise's grip and turns back around to click off the lights and lock the door behind him.

He remembers little of their conversations though, but he thinks hard. His eyes scrunch up and he concentrates.

They stepped into a carriage that waited outside, Louise and Wyatt on one side of the carriage and Stevie and Marie on the other side. Glancing about to each other, they're exchanged looks motioned towards Louise.

“You remember the plan?” Marie spoke, she always had a bitter voice. It was so rough and serious, that it stung people's hearts.

“Go over it one more time,” Louise exhales and inhales. They could see she was having second thoughts about this including Wyatt. When people repeat a plan over and over, there can be the slightest change. But for them they've gotten no where near success and Stevie was getting agitated by it. Stevie's head fell into his hands and a loud gruff comes from him.

“What, care to share?” Marie glanced over to Stevie and folded her arms.

“Yeah, I'm-” Wyatt buds in and hushed Stevie. They're relationship was quite complicated. Like Wyatt, Stevie was never obsessed with Marie. Stevie bites his lip and forks over to the window and kept his eyes focused on the moving building's.

“Uh-okay,” Marie shrugged. “The plan is, you occupy everyone. We want you to pretend like you're drunk. Cause some type of crazy distraction while we take Billings upstairs. When we get back, you can quit the act and leave.” The plan sounded stupid, but they couldn't come up with anything anymore. They've ran out of ideas, talking to Billings could stop the ship.

They couldn't see the plan through, but in a week the ship would be sent over seas and it would explode. Wyatt never bothered asking Marie again what was on that boat or who. It crossed his mind so many times, he final went crazy trying to find the answer. It had to be a man though, the man from the future who came back to Connecticut said it was man on the boat who she wanted the hero to be not Wyatt.

It struck his heart, as if needles plunged into his chest.

“Will it actually work?” Louise questioned.

“It has to!” Marie said, her fingers wined together and she fell back into her seat. Wyatt was ready to watch Marie shriek and cry again and again for their failed attempts then listen to her blame them afterward for slacking off.

“Stevie probably thinks that I was an idiot,” Wyatt pulls away from his thoughts and sighs. His damp hands wets his face and he just holds them there, pouting to himself. His thoughts scatter back to a painful memory where he's watching Stevie through a cracked door as he mumbled to himself in a room alone.

Wyatt had pushed himself through the door and watched Stevie pace back and forth through the room. He was angry at Wyatt, he could see it on his face. Blaming Wyatt for the mess they had got themselves into. His eyes gazed over Wyatt 's head and passed the open door, watching numeral people walk pass them. Wyatt closed the door behind him and watched Stevie growl between his closed lips.